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 Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 9:15 pm
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 This diary is meant to be private; please contact the owner before posting. This Illusionary is NOT FOR SALE, so don't ask. Name: Ayame Gender: Female Illusionist: Lavi D.O.B: March 19, 2005 Likes: Drawing Dislikes: Anything that sparks her temper Partial to: unknown |
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 12:22 am
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 Name: Ayame
Nickname(s): none yet
Gender: Female
Age/stage: toddler.
Species: Illusionary (Faery-Butterfly)
Birthday: March 19, 2005
Birthsign: The paper containing this information has been scrawled over with a red crayon, it looks like some effort has been made to clean it so far but not enough that anything distinguishable can be made out. Some Recent attempts have been made to uncovering this.
Eyes: Red.
Hair: Silver and white, silky soft. and just longer then her ears at the moment but growing longer.
Skin: Pale brown, peachish if you will.
Height: 4'0"
Weight: 20lbs.
Distinguishing Features: Fair sized red and pink butterfly wings, Tattoo like marking above the right eye, resembling a wing pattern from some unkown butterfly.
Favorite Colors: Pink, Red, and purple.
Favorite Foods: Egg's and apples
Favorite Illu: Ranis
Least Favorite Illu: None
Favorite Activity: Drawing/doodling
Favorite Book: Varies, adventure and repentance seem to catch her attention
Favorite Song: 99 Luft ballons
Favorite Movie: The Last Mimzy
Likes: Drawing; spending time with her twin, Tangia.
Dislikes: Minor flaws in drawings, not getting attention when she wants it. Anything that sparks her temper...which is almost anything.
Fears: Harshness
Weaknesses: Water
Personality: Curious, eager and energetic, her personality is beginning to form into something beyond a childish persona, taking on a slightly more mature aspect though still holding strongly to general youthly delights. Something sinister lurks within...She has a dark side to her that appears when she is snubbed or otherwise ignored and can lose her temper quite easily. [more red crayon marks cover the rest of this, what is visible has the tint of having previously been covered in red crayon.
Love Interest: Undetermined
Sexuality: Damn o_O
Clothing Style: Light lace frilled, classy dresses.
Elemental Affinity: Wind and Light
Powers:
[Stage 1]Glow: emanates an aura of light with color's corresponding to the color of her clothes and body[developed, known]
[Stage 2]Darkness: {req's use of stage 1 before it can be used.} Ayame takes in all light in her immediate vicinity {20 foot sphere in diameter, the center of which being Ayame}, creating an unpenetratable darkness for a few minutes. The affected area stills the flow of air and sound through it and no amount of light shed into or created within is capable of reilluminating the affected area until the darkness disperses after the elapsed period of time. Due to the intensity of the light absorbed Ayame can still see within the space as if it is early morning.
{a d20 will be rolled if used, counter roll a d20, if higher or equal to Ayame''s roll, the ability only adds a shade as if clouds block the sun.[developed, undiscovered]
[Stage 3]Flare: After performing stage 2 Ayame can emit up to two bright flashes of light[stronger or weaker, depending on the amount of light absorbed in stage 2] as well as concussive blasts of air which she can target nearby opponents with, potentially knocking them off their feet[generaly] and more often then not, leaving them stunned. If the action fails, little more then a breeze is felt and both blasts rocket away harmlessly.[will develop and learn at child/teen]
Artistic Vision: Ayame can draw the dreams, pasts, thoughts and extremely rarely the future of those nearby, among other things, her talent lies strongest with other illusions.[for plot purposes, let me know if you wish to have me apply this to a given prp] [will fully develop at child]
Escape: once an hour or so if need be she can vanish in an explosion of pink dust and stunning light and teleport a fair distance{as much as a few miles, or more if under enough stress}[developed, discovered]
Air Flow: enables her to lighten herself, making it possible to actually fly with her wings.[will develop at/past child]
Art to life/reality: Ayame grants literal life and sentience [or sheer existence if the thing is not living] to things that she draws, at will. These creations are dedicated solely to her whim and cannot be influenced by any other then Ayame nor bring harm to her and will sacrifice themselves to protect her. They hold no elemental or molecular affinity, and if killed dissipate into nothing. conventional methods might not kill them. [crushing, afflicting major damage to vital area's etc.] This ability grows stronger with use, making her creations more durable, stronger and intelligent. Current limit of one minor creation and one average non living creation.[Undeveloped, will develop at/past toddler]
Day dream nightmares: through subtle means Ayame can set her enemies into a daydream of seeming reality in which their worst fears come forward. This ability act's passively and randomly, generally under stress, duress or when personally scared, and is not yet nor ever will be entirely at Ayame's control. Act's as a defensive measure.[developed, passive, unknown and uncontrolled.Plot purpose use only]
Unmagical Talents: Very artistic. currently an eerie portion of her doodles take on shapes that appear to be bodies. Could this be magical in some aspect?
History: Ayame was an abused child in her past life, her twin, Tangia, was treated soundly and with fervent care by their mother, while Ayame bore scars where her mothers care died on her and became rage.
On their 11th birthday Ayame killed her sister, though accidentally, by shoving her off a cliff after her sister had come to retrieve her for the birthday party. Ayame grieved for what she had done until that evening when her mother discovered her looking over the cliff face at her sister's corpse. She was taken by her furious mother back to the house where she was beaten to death, offering peace to her grieved mind.
Ayame had made numerous attempts to escape before the incident, mostly by trying to be sent to an art school, though none of these attempts succeded.
Has bonded on 09/24/2006 with Lavi. A youngster in form surrounded by a red aura of butterflies and energy.
Has grown on 6/24/2007 to a toddler. |
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 1:23 pm
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[Friend] Veive: A kitsune illusion who she met outside the girls home by a lake. Towards the end of a game of tag Ayame stumbled and due to her momentum from floating/running launched her out into the lake itself. Her newfound friend, Veive, made use of her powers over the element of water and rescued her. Despite the rescue the trauma of the incident pushed Ayame into using a power she had no knowledge of that teleported them away from the lake, and by sheer luck into the cave behind the water fall containing Veive's and her guardian Ice's home.
[Friend] Tamesis: An odd little illusion Lavi has only been able to describe as having the appearance of a falling angel. Ayame first encountered Tamesis on a trip to a local mega store with the original purpose of aqcuiring new clothes, crayons, and various snacks and necessities, although this took a change the moment Ayame decided to approach Layla, Tamesis's guardian. As their parents grew keen on talking the two had slipped away to have an adventure through the store, and ended when, upon getting back to where they thought they had left their parents, finding them to have vanished, much to Ayame's dismay. Tamesis consoled Ayame with his presence until Lavi showed back up and soon found Layla again. Although the two guardians don't get along after the experience the friendship between the two children couldn't be stronger.
[Friend/Family] Tangia: Tangia is Ayame's twin sister whom she had murdered in her past life by fault of her quick temper and physically rough tendencies, as an accumulation of recent events afflicted the moody young girl, bringing her out of her sadness for the situation and into a rage. the rage subsided into terror and grief as she knocked her sister over a cliff face by the sea and sapped her of all emotion even as her mother drug her back home and proceeded to beat her to death. Now, if Ayame can help it, she will let nothing foul befall her sibling. The love Ayame offers to her sister now remains unafflicted by her old personality, which is beginning to show itself day by day. |
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 1:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 1:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 4:34 pm
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Ayame's infant to Toddler stage dream[3/14/07]
And the door fell open... *Dream*
*Ayame listened to the breeze, the gulls calling to one another as they searched the brine for tidbits. The waves as they crashed against the beach, drawing down to foam before they reached the rocky cliff wall. This was the one place mother never came...the one place that hadn't been taken from her and given to "her lovely Tangia." If she could ever get an easel[sp] this would be such a beautiful scene to paint...Not that her mother cared enough to get her such trivial desires. No, only Tangia got what she wanted, no matter what it was.
Even today, their eleventh birthday, She didn't expect to have a good day. She frowned and threw a rock fof the ledge, wanting to scream. Tangia was why she'd been denied the chance to go to the big school, the academy....her mother had slapped her for even asking, Tangia standing beside her, the shadows playing against her sister's face, making her unhappy reaction appear a sneer. Tangia had fled the room before her mother had done more, she hadn't seen the stripes laid on her thighs by that old splintered spoon, drawing bloody and only adding to the striped for staining her dress with her blood.
Ayame kicked another stone off the cliff face to hear it rattle below. What did mother see in Tangi that she couldn't see in her.... She had no way to get a reason to ask, if she asked it would just end in her mother backhanding her and then laying new stripes into her. It was tangia's fault, she was the reason for the beatings and the cuts that scarred her body beneath her dress. This was the only place that was her's still, the only place her mother and Tangia never came. would Her sister try to take this from her as well some day? She flushed red with anger at the thought.
Ayame spun around at the crunch of rocks behind her, eye's filled with her hatred of her sister and mother, of all the things that made her hurt and suffer. She sneered viciously at the face that crept up the hillside; Tangia...how dare she even come here, she did want mother to force her to give up the one thing still hers, just by being up here herself. How could she do this, she thought as tears of rage welled in her eyes. Tangia smiled at her sister, a smile that appeared so sinister despite it's innocence.
The arguement that ensued was that Ayame should come to the house for the party. Tangia's party, their mother would see Ayame had nothing from it, only that she be there where she could be shut away, nothing would ruin her angel's birthday. Ayame yelled back, furious at her sister for coming to her place, her pent up rage at it's very limits. This was her place, she screamed as she point out to the fliff line, her dress raising it's ragged strips to reveal a few of the scabs of her last stripes for a moment, the tattered feathers of dress pointing with the wind with Ayame's finger. She wanted to cry as she rushed at her sister and shoved her into the gravel along the cliff face. Tangia only had a chance to gasp then groaned in pain at the cuts inflicted. Ayame looked down at her twin, pleased with the pain she had finally caused to her, and smiled with devilish rage as she kicked at the gravel to fling it in her sister's face as the girl pulled herself unsteadily back up.
Ayame lunged forward to shove her twin again, her eyes hot with anger at her sister, and her sister stumbled, off balance, slowly backwards instead of down into the moss covered rock. Tangia's eye's grew wide with horror and fear as her arm's flailed, desperate to regain her balance. She looked at her sister with such shock as she wobbled there, such a look of being bettrayed. Ayame was frozen with terror and shock as she stared at her sister, guilt screaming in her eyes before she jumped forward, her finger tips brushing her sister's palm as the girl finally lost her balance, to her utter horror, and fell.
Ayame peered over the edge with her hand still outstretched, and watched as Tangia was spun about as she was clipped by rocks exposed on the cliff face, coming finally with a crunching thud to the rocky ground below, where she moved no more. She stared at the form of her sister, wanting to cry out, yet she was unable to find her voice, all she could do was tremble.
No! no, no no! this isn't right, this wasn't what was supposed to happen! it dawned on her with such jarring realization what had happened, she fell to her knees, trembling as she looked over the edge at her sister's unmoving, contorted body on the rocks below, her dress stained red and pink where blood had flowed through abrasions. there was no movement...It dawned on her, far too late, that Tangia had never been the cause of all the pain...it had been their mother, no not tangia, she hadn't been meant for this, she had only wanted to hurt her back, hurt her for what Ayame thought she had done to her.
Ayame stared blankly, weeping quietly, down at her sisters body from the cliff edge for hours, unable to do much more then tear up again yet remain unable to actually cry. As the sun crept to the horizon their mother stomped out of the house, outraged at Ayame for making Tangia late for the party, normally Ayame would do things that even a fresh set of stripes failed to get out of her, and now the girl had disrupted the entire afternoon. She marched up the hill her eyes burning with hate for the girl.
Ayame didn't even budge as the womens fierce foot fall's made the gravelly hill scream out. Tangia's mother stared with cold rage and yelled at ayame, the girl would have more then being locked in the room when she got her back she would stripe her again for the disaster she had wrought, ruining the party by not only not coming hime herself but for preventing Tangia from getting back as well. Ayame didn't move at her mother's voice, she remained still, gazing out over the cliff in a daze.
Infuriated she marched to Ayame's side and leaned down to yell again in her ear, this time envoking a response, but only that of Ayame turning her head slowly to look up at her mother with a face swollen and red from weeping, an unspoken cry for forgiveness was set in her eyes. She looked at Ayame, perplexed, what could she have done to envoke such a....
something white over the cliff face caught her eye, she watched as Ayame turned back to look down at it and, furious at being ignored, looked down to see what could possibly have the girls attention Her jaw dropped in horrow as she looked upon the shattered body on the rocks below that lay in a pool of coagulated and dried crimson, staining the garment of the corpse and the rocks beneath it. Not her Tangia, not her...she paused, her misery and grief swept away with rage. Without pause she grabbed Ayame by her hair and began to drag her down the hell, seething with murderous hatred for the girl.
Ayame didn't complain, or even cry out as she was pulled into the house and slung against the wall. She didn't budge, too grief stricken and mortified by her loss, her fault...all her fault... The pain didn't raise a cry as her mother, near tears of fury, began to beat her with the same old wooden spoon, which shortly shattered and began slashing her skin instead. None of it mattered anymore...Ayame had felt a jolt at the same moment as Tangia had struck the ground, ending her life. Losing her twin was like losing a part of herself, and only too late did she know better. She felt as if part of what she was, part of her soul, had vanished.
Slowly, everything begin to still, a pleasant, welcome feeling, she didn't feel the foot fall on her arms, nor even see her mother grasp the fire poker, still red hot, or feel it as it came down on her neck. slowly, thankfully, the world fell away beneath her, and peace slowly drifted into place.
At last...no more hurt....* |
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 4:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 9:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 12:19 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 8:52 pm
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 6:06 pm
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Name: Lavi
